Old pastel, new poem
This picture drawn over 15 years ago seems to capture the words of a poem I recently wrote.
I carry the broken-heartedness within me.
It lies heavy in my being.
So many countless losses
So many tortured moments.
So broken on every level for decades.
Yet still there is love
There are blessings,
There is joy
There is progress
Yet always in the context
Of never ending pain
And multiple daily inabilities
Unimaginable
To most
Invisible
Even to those who care.
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